Child

My chest is a cage My ribs the prison bars locking my self inside Painted red with flecks of white lost in an internal fight Filled with anger Brimming with fear Yet numb and empty I feel Is this bitterness Staining my bones All that will be left When I die A death of emotions A death of time Stuck in a fractured mind Bite of release Easing my life Down the spiraling drain I flick the water Sucking it down Laughing all the while I drown myself in pure denial

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